A Fountain of Eternal Hope

 

Compassion emerges from the ashes of hatred

The ruins of destruction provide stones to rebuild

From the graves of those who have died flowers grow

Out of war the seeds of peace sprout forth

Nothing really dies or is lost, only absent for a while

Discord, animosity and violence sow reconciliation

The innocent perish to flourish again as the star dust of memories

Born dead they are born again in a better place

Those crippled or deformed will be made perfect

What is lost as hopeless is rejuvenated to succeed

In a cycle of pain and confusion, healing and beauty rekindled

We cannot see this now, maybe only the occasional glimpse

But all will be held and restored to its native home and origins